Chapter 432 Zhang Yi, where do you think you can run to?

In just less than a day, the ancestors of all the major forces in the Eastern Region were basically awakened. After hearing the news, some were shocked, some were afraid, and some of the Heavenly Lords had murderous intentions towards Zhou Qiong.

In the past, they didn't care about the rise of Demon Lord Zhou. One was because of the Demon Lord's face, and the other was that they thought he was just a disciple with better talent.

But now Zhou Qiong's rise is so fast that it poses a threat to them all. However, because Wu Lao's recruitment meeting is about to start, many Tianzun have put Zhou Qiong's incident aside.

At this time, the most fearful person is the Jiuding Sect in the west of Yangzhou.

Yangzhou!

In the Jiuding Sect, Lei Yong, who was dressed in purple robe, sat slumped on a chair, his eyes full of shock, and he kept muttering:

"How is it possible? Ten years ago, Zhou Qiong's strength was only at the fifth or sixth level of the Supreme Being. How could he be able to kill the Supreme Being in just ten years? He couldn't cheat so hard."

"I have only been the sect leader for a short time, how could I be involved in this matter? What a crime!"

The more Lei Yong thought about it, the more frightened he became. He knew that with the Demon Sect's style, the Jiuding Sect would attack him within a few days.

No, even the Demon Cult army may be on its way!

Lei Yong didn't dare to think about it any more. He was afraid that he would scare himself to death, so he quickly rushed towards the back room of Patriarch Houshan.

In front of a secret room in the back mountain of Jiuding Sect!

Lei Yong directly formed seals with his hands and struck inward. After seeing no response for a long time, he shouted anxiously inside: "Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, I know you are in there, you should come out, come out."

Buzz.!

A burst of space fluctuations came out!

Then an old man less than three feet tall came out of the secret room, looked at Lei Yong with an angry face, and shouted:

"Grandma, you're trying to catch an adulterer, why are you screaming in such a hurry!"

"Ancestor, something bad has happened. The Demon Sect has been..., and even more so now." Lei Yong hurriedly recounted the recent situation and looked at the old man anxiously.

"Fuck!"

After hearing this, the old man swore directly and looked confused for a moment. You must know that when he went to the Demon Lord for theory decades ago, Zhou Qiong was only at the level of the Great Sage.

Now he can kill Tianzun, isn't this a joke!

Have times changed and cultivation has become easier now? Have you missed the times?

Looking at Lei Yong's eyes, the old man knew that the other party had not lied to him, and that the demon sect Zhou Qiong could really kill Tianzun.

"Ancestor, what do we, the Jiuding Sect, want to do? Surrender or not?" Lei Yong looked at the old man and asked.

surrender?

A light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he thought that his apprentice died in Zhou Qiong's hands!

If he surrenders, the Demon Sect may not accept it, and he may even surrender himself!

"A mere Zhou Qiong can still destroy our Jiuding Sect. In this case, the ancestor will take some secret treasures and go to other state capitals to find friends to destroy the enemy."

The old man looked at Lei Yong and said, then went directly to the Treasure Pavilion to collect a large number of treasures, and rushed out of Jiuding Sect with his more than thirty concubines with a wave of his hand.

At the same time, his urgent and old voice came from the horizon.

"Remember, before the ancestor comes back, the Jiuding Sect depends on you. Come on, Lei Zi, the ancestor is optimistic about you, (_)."

Lei Yong looked blankly at the old man disappearing into the horizon, how could he still not understand that his ancestor had run away.

As for asking friends for help, that's nonsense. Your family is asking someone to run errands and take care of a concubine.

Gan!

Lei Yong cursed secretly and rushed towards the treasure pavilion.

The next day, the warriors who passed by the Jiuding Sect discovered that the huge sect was empty, the treasures were gone, and even the mountain gate had disappeared.

There were various opinions at the time, some said that the Jiuding Sect was afraid of running away, and some said that when they saw Demon Zhou coming last night, they just sneezed and killed all the living creatures.

Anyway, there are many things to say, but in the end it is all because of the Demon Sect that the Jiuding Sect is gone!

This time Kongzhou!

On a barren mountain, there was a group of people resting in a dilapidated mountain temple, divided into several waves.

One of the groups was a caravan. An old man and a group of big men were gathering together to chat and spank.

"I said, after we escort this batch of goods to Tianyuan City this time, we can have a good rest for a year." The old man said leisurely to the others.

"Boss, I heard that Source City has fallen under the control of the Demon Sect that day, and the helmsman is stationed there, so they can't steal our goods." A bald man asked worriedly.

"What are you thinking about? The Demon Sect is a great sect in the Eastern Region. It has so many cities under its control that even a helmsman can't look down on us." The old man looked at the bald man and said, his tone full of admiration, and A trace of fear.

"That's good. Once we sell the goods, I will definitely live in the neon building for a month." The bald man chuckled.

"You're not afraid that if your kidneys are broken, you won't be able to stand up!"

The teammate next to him laughed, causing everyone else in the caravan to laugh.

At this time, there was a man sitting in each of the other two corners of the mountain temple.

One was a scholar in white robes, who naturally exuded awe-inspiring righteousness, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling. He was roasting rabbit meat. When he heard the caravan discussing the Demon Cult, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The other man was wearing a gray robe, his face was pale, and his aura was constantly fluctuating. He was obviously injured, not even lightly. When he heard the caravan next to him mention the Demon Cult, a trace of fear and hatred flashed in his eyes.

He was Zhang Yi. He had been on the run in the past few days, but somehow, no matter what method he used, he just couldn't get rid of the people in the Demon Cult.

"Brother, are you injured?" The white-robed scholar asked in the direction of Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked up at the white-robed scholar and nodded. Without saying anything, he quickly treated the injuries in his body. He had to recover quickly.

Otherwise, he would be miserable when the pursuers of the Demon Cult came!

"I have a recuperation pill. I'll give it to you, brother." The white-robed scholar said and threw a jade bottle to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi took the jade bottle with surprise in his eyes. This scholar had no relatives with him, but he actually gave him the pill.

Then Zhang Yi used a secret method to quickly identify it, confirmed that there was no problem with the pill, and quickly swallowed it.

About half an incense stick later!

With a vibration, Zhang Yi's injuries recovered a little, and his face was at least not so pale anymore.

The aura of the whole body was also inadvertently released, and a holy light flashed above Zhang Yi's head.

But it was noticed by the people in the caravan next to him!

"Saint!"

The bald man shouted, and then the old man next to him immediately covered his mouth.

Then everyone in the caravan looked at Zhang Yi in surprise. Don't look at the fact that there are tens of thousands of saints in the Demon Cult now, as if there are many saints.

In fact, he is considered a strong man in the Saint Realm of the entire Eastern Region. Even if he goes to the Venerable Realm, he can get a position as an elder.

What's more, for these small caravans walking around, he is really a big man in Dingtian.

Zhang Yi ignored the surprise of the caravan, stood up, bowed to the scholar, thanked him, and walked out.

Since his injury has recovered, he no longer plans to rest in this mountain temple. He has to leave quickly, otherwise he will be caught up by the people in the Demon Cult.

Just when Zhang Yi took two steps!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the door of the mountain temple was kicked open, and at the same time, a cold voice came into the mountain temple.

"Zhang Yi, where do you think you can escape to!"

The cold voice resounded in the mountain temple, frightening the caravan members so much that they trembled all over and their hair stood on end.